Saturday, July 20, 2013

AESOP ROCK feat. Dose One-Drawbridge

[Aesop Rock and Dose One:]This is not your ordinary balladWith a perfect little bow around the middleAnd a black knight on a white horseOr a white knight on a black horseIt’s got all these tired parts whereWe don’t even sing at randomPrincess, raise the drawbridgeWe don’t serve your kindIt ends where it beginsAnd the beginning isn’t prettyCan’t forget that not-so-perfectBow around the middle (’round the middle, ’round the middle)

And it goes a little something like this…

[Aesop Rock:]Moon walking a broken soul pedigree incessantGut the cruddy frameThe zealots enveloped inside the belly of the blameCut-throats the result of pulp jokes soaked in poacher constantsAnd not a jewel amidst coal, wander prominent… honor (honor)I barter silkworms by the bucket like starter kitsSew your first martyr stitchJoin damaged mammoth brigading caperNurse the tantrum with a fantasy chaserI keep a spare wing strapped to my fusesIn case the hackers snatch the plumage

[Dose One:]So you mean these things are worth money nowDrifting off this is the who you calling homelessMighty fearful twisted and tonight I got front rowTickets to the dead concert and your in itIcabod running out of morals for my allegory… moseyingAnd my kind of people will sell only circles…With my eyes patched in a not so new universeSo I beckon and bray but pretty bird just ain’t muting the many

[Aesop Rock:]Oh it’ll be soon, Balloon immune to doom blendI ain’t ditchin’ the kitchen til every spoon bendsA glance along tomorrow’s sorry looking lot of hopefulsWas the rain dance my little flint never dreamed would flutter potableI sanitize nothing for the sake of contemporary tasteContemporary taste made my lip drop in the first place. Incoming .You wanna be a czar?Idolize fallen heroics, recognize root of the worshipSearch and hold it.Who put the fun in dysfunctional?I, prodigal son combustibleDonkey punchin’ pinholes in uncomfortableZen conjuctionals for good.The bear cubs slob a goblet of dirt wineI nurse a single application of introvert serpentine

[Dose One:]A sunset without a scrape of red plastic bagNoise sunk down around his head sick, sick, sick… stealing a peakThere’s a sickness in the roofer’s eyesAnd his alone and nothing terrible happened to the bagWrongs spilled off in and brought on out the cloudsThe hiss cut’s out spills it’s voice into me and the windowFull of star is fresh kept from where I’m goingOr the other only other way art.

[Dose One:]And before, when I said“Shut the fuck up, it’s none of your business”That was to be in veinBe sure to lock that up when you’re all finished… uhhWell you see I usually finish this number with my skull open

[Dose One:]“Button, button, who’s got the button”Take my name… please…Leaks the little gentle-manMade out of lightning inside my lock boxOh, you like to help with coatsWait until you see what I got in this here locket

[Aesop Rock and Dose One:]This is not your ordinary balladWith a perfect little bow around the middleAnd a black knight on a white horseOr a white knight on a black horseIt’s got all these tired parts whereWe don’t even sing at randomPrincess, raise the drawbridgeWe don’t serve your kindIt ends where it beginsAnd the beginning isn’t prettyCan’t forget that not-so-perfectBow around the middle (’round the middle, ’round the middle)